He could sense her near. Although he could barely remember his own name, he knew they were bonded. He could feel her in his blood and she felt like home, he couldn't even remember his apparent progeny, yet this human girl dominated his every waking thought. The full moon illuminated the Louisiana bayou; it glistened through the trees and made everything seem somewhat magical. She was fearful, searching for something; he could feel her presence and felt himself drawn to her. It was like his heart sought her out wherever she was; when she was away his heart ached for her.
He reached a clearing and suddenly saw her. Tanned skin glowing by the light of the moon, a shotgun held tightly in her shaking hands, her face softened when her eyes reached him. Through the bond he felt her relax, a sense of solace washing over her, she lowered the gun and whispered shakily, "how?" He stood in awe of her beauty, she was his Goddess, his comfort, "the King set me free," he replied. A smile tore at her lips, she let out a breath that she didn't even realise she'd been holding and suddenly he was in front of her. Gazing into those eyes that held such passion, he lowered his head to continue the kiss that had been interrupted by the King of Louisiana, Bill Compton. Her eyelids fluttered to a close as she lost herself in his lips and raised her arms to his neck, bringing him closer. It was as if she wanted to push him inside her, to keep him there, close to her forever and Eric was not one to deny her request.
He parted her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth, begging for access and lapping at her like a man dying of thirst. His hands reached to cup her face, pulling her against him; he silently swore that she would never be close enough for his liking. She ripped her lips from his before he had a chance to protest, "Eric, I don't know what I'm doing," she confessed.
"You're kissing me Sookie, I am kissing you," he reminded her, lowering his head to continue their passionate embrace. She moved again.
"No, I mean, a week ago I didn't know if I ever wanted to see you again and now...now I don't know if I could imagine a life without you in it." She looked down at her tennis pumps as she spoke, stray tears sneaking their way down her face. "Sookie, I can't remember anything before you, I don't want to remember anything before you. If I was the monster your friend said I was then I am sorry, this feels right to me, you feel like home," he confessed, tilting her head with his hand to stare into her eyes.
She felt her resolve crumble around her like the Berlin wall as his lips met with hers again, succumbing to the raw emotion that surrounded her entire being. She allowed herself to be kissed, to be ravished by the 1,000 year old Viking, and she kissed him back with a velocity that she hadn't experienced with Bill. Eric consumed her, with him she felt a raw passion she hadn't even thought possible. Their lips meshed together so perfectly, in her head she wondered if everything that had happened in the past four years had been part of God's plan to bring her here.
Although Sookie had kept her emotions at bay, she couldn't deny that she had developed feelings for Eric since their trip to Dallas. She vividly remembered his red tears as he begged his maker not to meet the sun, the way his eyes looked at her with longing as she promised him she would stay with Godric as long as it took. Then there was that kiss in his office, their first kiss and although she tried to convince herself that she didn't enjoy it, that she hated Eric Northman, there was a part of her that screamed in ecstasy when his fingers entwined in her hair and his lips smashed into hers.
Sookie remembered a story that her Gran used to tell her when she was just a girl, a story about the origin of love. Gran believed that at the beginning of time people were attached to each other as soul-mates and that they roamed the earth together blissfully. One day the strength and defiance of these people started to scare the God's and in an act of horrifying authority they cut people apart. The God's created genitalia so that when people re-connected with their soul-mates, they would be able to put themselves back together. That night a huge storm broke out, washing the people away from their soul-mates making them destined to trawl the earth looking for their other half. Sookie used to ask her Gran, "how'd you know if you find your soul mate?" Gran's answer was always the same, "they'll feel like home Sook". Right here, underneath the light of the moon and covered in Eric's kisses, she finally understood what her Gran had been telling her. As Eric lay her down onto the grass and nestled himself between her legs, slowly kissing her neck, she finally realised that she had found her missing puzzle piece.
She fit to him perfectly, like they had been crafted especially to compliment each other. She had never felt this with Bill, she'd always felt weak and frail, just another dumb human. But with Eric, he made her feel alive. His touch electrified her, as he kissed the valley between her breasts she cried out in agony. She could feel the wetness between her legs and she knew that Eric could smell it, the passion flared in his eyes as he devoured her mouth again.
"Du är min själsfrände Sookie, du hem till mig," he breathed into her ear in a language she didn't understand. His eyes bore holes into her, he looked meaningful as he took her hand and placed it on his heart. "Kan du känna det slår för dig min kärlek?" he asked her, " kan du känna hur mycket jag älskar dig Sookie?" Sookie felt moisture on her face and suddenly realised that Eric was crying, tears of blood dripped onto her face. Tentatively she raised her finger and wiped the tears from his face, Eric's eyes shone with happiness and excitement as she slid the finger seductively into her mouth, drinking his tears. " Jag älskar dig, o hur jag älskar dig," he whispered as he revealed his fangs. Like a child she raised her hand again to touch them, she pushed the tip of her finger against one of the sharp points and sighed in pleasure as he sucked the finger into his mouth.
"You taste like sunshine Sookie," he murmered. Sookie hadn't even realised that they were both naked until he felt his eagerness pressing against her wet center. "Sookie, please tell me I can pleasure you, tell me you want this too?" he asked considerately, looking into her eyes for agreement. "Yes Eric, God yes, I need to feel you," she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist, trying to pull him into her.
Eric's eyes lowered to their meeting point and slowly he started to guide himself into her deliciously hot sweetness. "Sookie, I love you," he screamed into the night as he covered her body with his and delved into her. They were together again. What was broken was now fixed as Eric pumped in and out of his soul mate, their cries of pleasure merged together to make one in the hot Louisiana night.